POEM STARTER

Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹

Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.

Circo Solitario

I stand, taunting the line between security and longing like a tightrope walker,

Moments from falling into the deadly grips of hope.


It ensnares me,

This irrational flower of reassurance,

Whispering that I am of value,

That I am cared about,

By those whom I call friends.


But if that were true,

Then why am I still alone,

In the cold, blinding spotlight,

Waiting, begging for someone to applaud.


Waiting for a rose,

To be thrown at my feet.

I’ve never gotten thorns, either.

But I think, that I would rather be scorned than ignored.


You all have better places to be.

Which is fine.

I’ll still be here,

At my one man circus,

Only crying over what I can control.


Because though I may claim,

To have grace and sophistication,

While tempting my loneliness,


We all know that I’m the only clown here.

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